Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.